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The Old 5y Ranch (Muling Drugs) Part 1
Most old ranches in the West, have a history of their past Legends and tales about ranching in hard time Blood, sweat, tears and a lot of elbow grease The at the 5Y, those days are long past The last 40 years it has been nothing but crime Day and night, there is no real peace July, 1976, I was shoeing horses for a living Southern, New Mexico, the Sun was jalepeno hot Pulled up to the 5Y, before it got to warm Was supposed to be a horse breeding farm, but that was deceiving Something about that day I never forgot I knew that I was in for a storm The owner's name was Sawford, had not bathed in days In his office, a metal table, dirty mattress. bottle of whiskey and a .45 Told me where the mares were at, would pay me when I was done I started to think about changing my ways A gut feeling told me to work fast, if I was going to get out alive Sweating like a fool, it was not all the Sun Four miles to the border, many strange things happen there At lunch, I stopped for a bite to eat Found a tree near by, so I sat in the shade A big black Lime drove up, driven by a pair In business suits, Sawford they were there to meet It was his day to get paid I knew it was Mafiaoso, but i did not want to know why? I went to pounding iron and driving nails When i finished he gave me a $100 and to keep the change I wanted to be out if there and did want to die And all I could think of was "Happy Trails" It was no longer "Home On The Range"
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